the forbidden colors

..warriors of Huaa tribe paint their faces into a rainbow before a battle. The night before shaman reads the sky and forbids them to use certain colours, because it would make them vulnerable to wounds and death. However, if they use the forbidden colours and defeat the enemy, they acquire the highest status in the tribe... ............................................................................ Apothecary jars and heavy mortars protected me since the first day. The world was huge and fit snugly in the palm of my hand. Between the cascade of my grandmother's ivy and the sunny windowsill everything was possible ............................................................................. Snow was coming heavier in winter. I kept breaking the ice only to find more shards. They were deeper every year. I lost few things in a frozen lake never to see them again. Spontaneous summers occurred and snake seasons continued. Tropical thunder came and went with lush abundance. Swampy waters flooded frequently. Steel began to rust and our shoes were moldy but we survived another year ............................................................................. Constant humming of ocean washing the sand away and leaving the debris. Last visions before dawn. Promises made to a wet pillow. Acid clouds burning inside me. I tried to free myself burning candles, capture hope or ask for forgiveness with faded petals or sulphur. Squeaky cogs kept going day and night, sometimes exploding with a broken spring or hissing and melting away quietly. I kept ghosts at bay most of the time .............................................................................. Children were moving through leaving behind their colorful wrappings, words we haven't heard before and an odd teddy bear. Animals were generous with their droppings, shed skins and midnight squeaks. Meteors sent their blessings. Birds hid in the waterfall of fragrant jasmine. We collected their empty nests. Screws and washers in jars. Shoeboxes under beds. We piled up books, tools, paintings, gemstones and driftwood, thinking we will stay another millennium. We wrapped secrets in jeans and hid deceit under a pillow but the cracks got wider. They kept crumbling apart and we had to leave with a suitcase ............................................................................. I summon the spirits now and reluctantly they come. I grow moss in gaps between the walls and often forget my daily prayers. Memory tastes metallic. The forbidden colours I used to paint with, tarnished and oxidized like patina on the pestle that keeps on grinding. But the time is running out we have to find that door ............................................................................................................................................................ so welcome to my blog - these are the windows to be grateful for that I discover every day, there is a passage to the other side somewhere, but I haven't found it yet .............................................................................. ............................................................................... .............................................................................. Free counters!

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  1. theantidote:

Sergio Cerchi
     
  2. artpropelled:

Fran Skiles

    artpropelled:

    Fran Skiles

     
  3. theantidote:

Renee Nault
Renee Nault’s work is an interesting mix of Japanese inspired imagery (she credits ukiyo-e paintings for this; see bottom) and modern watercolour renderings that produces emotionally provoking imagery. Atmospheric in nature, Renee manages to infuse her subjects with movement and grace — as seen via her character renderings that seem to be inspired by manga.
She has taken the traditional concept of ukiyo-e and translated it into something refreshing and contemporary
“Usually the word ukiyo is literally translated as “floating world” in English, referring to a conception of an evanescent world, impermanent, fleeting beauty and a realm of entertainments (kabuki, courtesans, geisha) divorced from the responsibilities of the mundane, everyday world; “pictures of the floating world”, i.e. ukiyo-e, are considered a genre unto themselves.”

    theantidote:

    Renee Nault

    Renee Nault’s work is an interesting mix of Japanese inspired imagery (she credits ukiyo-e paintings for this; see bottom) and modern watercolour renderings that produces emotionally provoking imagery. Atmospheric in nature, Renee manages to infuse her subjects with movement and grace — as seen via her character renderings that seem to be inspired by manga.

    She has taken the traditional concept of ukiyo-e and translated it into something refreshing and contemporary

    “Usually the word ukiyo is literally translated as “floating world” in English, referring to a conception of an evanescent world, impermanent, fleeting beauty and a realm of entertainments (kabuki, courtesans, geisha) divorced from the responsibilities of the mundane, everyday world; “pictures of the floating world”, i.e. ukiyo-e, are considered a genre unto themselves.”

     
  4. mysticplaces:

green mile | Sven Fennema
     
  5. carpentrix:

    At my grandmother’s house, which was sold last fall to the rich man next door, there was a secret path under the shrubs that lead down the hill to a clearing. The tunnel of bushes closed in so you had to duck a bit and mind the blackberry brambles which thorned dress straps and bare arms. Always at the bottom it felt different than the top, as though you’d traveled through the wardrobe, entering some secret realm. Late summer last year, and everything was almost done, a final time at this house before it was sold and gutted beyond recognition, the ghosts displaced, the spirit of the house killed dead. Late summer last year, in the grass in the clearing after the path, bones and fur. There are other paths, yes? There are other paths, I tell myself. “Even good girls die,” I was told late at night, as if this house was one of them, or I was, and as if I didn’t know.

     
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  8. Parisian Rooftops

    by Michael Wolf

    (Source: thisiscolossal.com)

     
  9. Journey and Destination

    David Smith

    (Source: behance.net)

     
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  10. justanothermasterpiece:

Sally Cooper.

    justanothermasterpiece:

    Sally Cooper.